Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Infamous Scribblers and More
Notes from the Great Northwest, you might say.
We (your humble blogger, MFCC, and the fam) arrived this afternoon on Camano Island, north of Everett, Washington, which is no less picturesque for being a peninsula instead of a real island. It hardly seems to do the scenery justice to tell you that the shore and the islands are green, Puget Sound is blue, and the sky is a different blue. But so they are.
There are three pairs of bald eagles hereabouts; I watched one pair fishing this afternoon.
This evening, after assorted barefooted offspring (mine, not the eagles') had tired of dodging baby crabs in the channel -- just before the channel itself was overwhelmed by the incoming tide -- I sat in a comfortable chair outside my rented cabin, atop a low bluff overlooking the water. The sun had set, leaving a chill in the air, but I am well insulated -- not least by male ego -- so I fared well enough as long as there was light enough to read.
The reading is my point. I picked up a book at Barnes and Noble in Meridian, Idaho. It wasn't a random selection. It was on my much-neglected reading list.
Eric Burns' Infamous Scribblers: The Founding Fathers and the Rowdy Beginnings of American Journalism is a delightfully written, insightful book, judging by the several chapters I have read. Benjamin Franklin (a.k.a. Silence Dogood) makes an early and memorable appearance, in a time when freedom of the press was more wished for than real. My interest in the book is three-fold:
With any luck, I'll get to read it some more tomorrow, while sitting in the same chair.
(Mostly) Syndicated Scribblers
Meanwhile, here is a handful of op/ed columns I have enjoyed recently, mostly from some of the big names.
Back to American Forkish things next time, maybe.
Copyright 2008 by David Rodeback.